LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN
Chapter Twenty One
That night, I realized I didn't have my bag in my room. They were somewhere else. Which means I'd have to find the boys' room and look for my bag. One problem. I didn't know where any of the rooms were. Luckily enough for me, as soon as I walked a few rooms down the hallway, I heard rather loud music and Liam's voice.
The manager said each one of our key cards would fit in the 5 others' doors, and sure enough, it did. Meaning this was definitley Liam's room. I was even happier when I saw my bag with my pajama shorts with all his luggage.
"Hey Liam," I said, walking over to the bag and zipping it open. "Who you talking to?"
When I looked up, I realized the answer was his laptop.
"Liam, what the hell are you doing?"
"Language," he warned me. "I'm doing a twitcam. Say hello to 30 000 viewers."
"I'm in my pajamas and my hair looks like shi-"
"Teagan!" he interrupted.
"Sorry," I rolled my eyes. Since when is saying shit bad? "I haven't been getting much sleep lately, I'm super crabby."
"Somebody wants to know if you like Mean Girls," Liam called to me.
I plunked down on the bed beside him. "Whoever said that deserves 4 candy canes. Why are you still wearing the clothes you performed in? Don't you wear pajamas to bed?"
"Yeah," Liam shrugged, balancing the laptop on his lap. "Although I don't think it consists of flannel pants and tank tops."
I read some of the tweets at the side. "Dear Teagan, you are a-"
"Don't finish that, I can see what the rest of it says," Liam put his hand over my mouth. "No profanities or I'm making you go to bed."
I stuck out my tongue at him. Justin Bieber came on his iPod. Instincitley, I changed the song. Part of me Katy Perry came on next, so I left it.
"Jenna from US wants to know Harry Potter or Twilight," Liam read aloud.
"Potter," I replied automatically as Liam said Twilight.
I raised my eyebrows. "Are you kidding me?"
He shook his head.
I turned back to the webcam. "Twilight fans, cover your ears now. If you don't, then don't say I didn't warn you... Liam, I'm gonna write a love story about you and spoons. And it's gonna garunteed be a better love story than Twilight. Oh, I'm Bella! I wait around to put myself in danger and when things get tough, I wait for my sparkly boyfriend that can kill me at any given minute to save me!"
Liam chuckled, but I didn't give him time to respond before I continued. "Tomorow, we're going to a bookstore as soon as we get to the next state. You need some educating. And a spelling teacher."
"Shout to Madison from Ottawa," Liam grinned as his eyes went back to the screen. "And goodnight , sorry I didn't see your name whoever that was. Teagan, somebody asked if you can rap."
I grinned. "Whoever said the Mean girls thing better be watching. Ready?"
Liam raised his eyebrows.
I took a deep breath. "Yo Yo Yo! All you sucka MCs ain't got nothin' on me! From my grades, to my lines you can't touch Kevin G! I'm a mathlete, so nerd is inferred, but forget what you heard I'm like James Bond the third, sh-sh-sh-shaken not stirred - I'm Kevin Gnapoor! The G's silent when I sneak through your door. And make love to your woman on the bathroom floor. I don't play it like Shaggy, you'll know it was me. Cause the next time you see her she'll be like, OOH! KEVIN G! How was that? That's the only rap I know."
"Maybe we should put an age restriction on who watches twitcamas with you in it," Liam teased.
"Well," I shrugged. "If your fans are old enough to have Twitter, and be fans of people 18-20, I think they can handle it."
"True," Liam admitted as he read on. "Do you miss Danielle? Yes, I miss Danielle very very much, and I am upset about the hate she was getting."
"Danielle's getting hate?" I raised my eyebrows. "Why? What's to hate? I mean, hating her won't make you like them any better."
"Exaclty," Liam turned to the screen. "She's amazing and doesn't deserve any of the hate and I couldn't have said it better."
"Amen," I saluted the webcam before reading more tweets. "Your fans want us to play truth or dare. But I'm not too sure how that's gonna work out."
Liam shrugged. "I guess we pick dare?"
"Dare," I agreed and in moments, they started pouring in. We decided on prank call Harry. Using the hotel phone so it wouldn't be recognizble.
"Hello?" a sleepy and husky voice answered. I put him on speaker.
"So, I found this number online, and some girl like totally said t was a number where I can annonmously tell people my like problems," I gushed into the phone, trying not to laugh.
"Uh," Harry sounded confused. "B-"
"So," I began my rant. "Today I was in class and this girl like, looked at me. I mean she like looked at me. That was so rude. I caught her looking, so she looked away, but she was like looking at me. I mean jeez. Is she in love with me or something? Totaaly wrong. And then at lunch, when I was about to order, the person in front of me got like the same order as me! The same order! I mean, why couldn't he pick pepperoni pizza instead of cheese? Nobody should be allowed if I do it. God. Don't you think?"
"Actually," Harry began.
"Exact;ly!" I said shrilly, cutting him off again. "What a wannabe. And then in history, some girl called me a fake fan. I mean, I'm not fake! I only wear mascara, eyeliner, lip liner, lip gloss, foundation, coverip and eyeshadow! God, get with it people. Sorry for naturally being stunning. Anyways, I totally love One Direction. I mean, I've heard What Makes You Beautiful and it's like, for me. And Harry is totes hot! He's just the most amazing thing! And Lewis and Neal are okay too! And she got mad at me when I asked her is Zaine was Mexican! I mean, how can you get mad about that?"
You're great at this, Liam mouthed and I grinned.
"You know-" Harry tried again.
"And then, this girl was like, he won't date you, he likes older women," I continued. "And I was like, please! He would so totes date me, I'm so hot," I continued, on the verge of cracking up.
"I think you've got the wrong number-" Harry began.
Liam and I burst into fits of laughter.
"Liam is that you? I know your laugh?" Harry asked suspiciously. "Wait... was that Teagan? Guys? GUYS?"
I disconnected the phone, still laughing. "Let's call Zayn next."
Liam agreed, punching a number on speed dial. "You're pretty good at this."
"It gets better," I promised. "We'll forever have that on YouTube to rewatch."
"Vas happenin?" Zayn picked up.
"OMG ZAYN I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!" I fangirl screamed. "DON'T HANG UP, GUESS WHAT, I FOUND A HOUSE FOR YOU AND I TO LIVE IN AFTER WE GET MARRIED AND I MADE SURE THE ROOMS ARE WALLPAPERED WITH MIRRORS SO YOU CAN-"
"Hate to break it to you," Zayn interrupted. "But I'm watching your twitcam."
I pouted. "Aww. That would've been so much fun."
"Sorry then," Zayn laughed as he disconnected.
"How much do you miss Danielle on a scale from 1-100" Liam read a tweet aloud. "Definitley-"
"69," I interrupted him. "Definitley 69."
Liam tossed a pillow at me as I laughed.
"Okay," I read, still laughing. "Liam, this girl wants homework help. Square root of 69?"
"Is she serious?" Liam tried to look, but the tweet was already gone. "Uh, I dunno. Unless your question is 2+2 I can't help."
"Well Drake said it's 8 something right?" I shrugged. "In that song with Rihanna."
Suddenly, his music stopped playing.
"Hey!" Liam leaned over me, trying to get it to play again. "What's wrong with it?"
He tried to fix it for a few moments. I sighed.
"I thought you were like 2 years of education ahead of me," I sighed as I fixed it and The A Team came on.
Liam pouted. "Ouch. Miss Smarty Pants, are you? We'll miss you when you go to NYU."
"I haven't even gotten in yet," I laughed. "But if I do, I'll be going to the same school as jack Quaid."
"Who?" Liam looked confused.
"Marvel from The Hunger Games, silly," I rollled my eyes. "District 1 career."
"Oh." Liam still looked baffeled as he glanced back at the screen. "Lisa from LA wants to know how we feel about each other."
"What?" I asked, now the confused one. "We're friends?"
"Yeah, I don't get it either," Liam shrugged, moving on. "Why does Teagan hate JB? I dunno, Teagan, why do you?"
I fake gasped. "I do not! I just don't particularly like him. His music is alright I guess."
"Haven't you met him?" Liam asked suspiciously.
"Yeah," I shurgged. "My friend didn't want to go alone and I was the only one without plans. He seems nice. I think."
"Okay, moving on," Liam read another tweet. "Teagan, somebody named James says they miss you in NYC and he and somebody named Delilah are in a room at a party watching this becuase the party sucks without you."
"Awh," I couldn't help but grin like a Cheshire cat. "I miss you guys! I can't wait to come visit. Go have fun, we're not gonna do anything interesting here."
James and Delilah were probably one of the most famous couples amongst us, but most likely because how on and off they were. I was guessing they were on now, but they had broken up and gotten back together too many times to count. Although most of us could agree, they would most likely end up together at the end of everything. Get married, have kids, all that jazz.
"A fan wants to know, were you a fan of us before you met us," Liam read aloud.
"Nope," I smiled sheepishly. "To be honest, before I met you, I never even heard a song, so I couldn't really be a fan. But I'm a fan now if that counts for anything."
The hotel room burst open and Louis was standing there, in his pajamas, bag of carrots in hand.
"I CAME TO JOIN THE TWITCAM!" he practically screamed as he jumped onto the bed beside me, shaking the laptop. "WHAT DID I MISS."
I put my hand over his mouth. "Please. You're about to deafen everybody whose watching this."
Louis just kept on grinning and eating his carrots. "So, what's up? Can we prank call somebody else?"
Liam passed Louis his phone. "Pick somebody."
"Hmmm..." Louis scrolled through contacts. "Look up a pizza number."
Taking his phone back, Liam obliged.
"Here," he handed it back after he dialed.
"Hello," Louis said cheerfully. "Is this PIzza Nova? Yes, well I have a very, very impotant question for you."
"Okay," the person on the other end said. "I'm Robert, it's a pleasure to serve you. What can I help you with?"
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Louis asked. "I mean, it's a big, big question."
"Er, yes," Robert said. "What can I help you with?"
"I mean, it's a big question," Louis went on. "If you're not ready, I can always-"
"I'm ready," Robert sounded suspicious.
"Okay, well, you have to be sure," Louis stalled. "I mean, it's not like I can take the question back or something."
"I'm sure," Robert insisted. "What can I help you with?"
"Well," I noticed Louis was now stalling because he didn't have a question. "Promise you're sure?"
"Sure."
"!00%?"
"100%."
"Okay?"
"Okay!"
"Here it goes," Louis looked lost as he mouthed help at Liam and I.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the phone. "What's the number for Baffo's Pizza?"
Liam hung up, shaking his head as Louis and I doubled over in laughter.
"You looked so lost," I grinned at Lou after we recovered. "I had to help you out there."
"Maybe," Louis admitted. "What time is it?"
"Your bedtime," Liam replied.
'"I'm older than you," Louis reminded him. "Ooh, I wanna pick a song."
He selected Hey There Delilah.
"A bunch of fans want us to sing," Liam looked up from the tweets. "What do you want us to sing?"
Within seconds, I could see most of the responses. Torn.
"We can't sing without the boys though," Louis pouted. "Imma go get them."
"Good luck finding what room they're in," I yawned as I curled up in the blankets. I was getting tired. "I don't even remember what room I'm in."
"Somebody's been drinking," Louis teased.
"That somebody is too young to drink," I reminded him sweetly. "So let me sleep, I'm tired. Unless you have food."
"Like Oreos?" Louis suggested.
"Like Oreos," I agreed.
"Let's go get food," Louis suggested. "Don't they have 24 hour stores in America?"
"Yeah," I didn't move. "Why don't you go get me some?"
"You're lazy," Louis pouted. "And eat too much. I wonder how you're not fat yet. If I didn't know better, I'd accuse you of throwing up."
I wrinkled my nose. "I could never force myself to throw up. No thanks. I don't care if I'm fat or get fat, society can go fudge itself."
"Nice language," Liam commented as he read through more tweets. "I like your... I'm not going to read that one aloud. That's very rude, but that's funny."
I looked at the screen. Was he not supposed to say the word penis?
"For anybody who wants to know, it's Katniss and Peeta's ship... anybody who likes Hunger Games will get it," I shrugged. "You know, the first part of Peeta and the last part of Katniss..."
"Nice," Lou smirked. "Very hard to guess. I wanna watch XMen later."
"I'll watch First Class with you," I offered. "But I don't really like the other ones."
I read another tweet. "Dear Teagan, fill in the blank. I'd fangirl if I met blank. Easy. Harry Potter, no doubt. If I met Daniel Radcliffe, I don't I'd be able to talk."
"I'm a huge fan of Leona Lewis," Liam commented.
"Danielle looks like Leona Lewis," I realized. "Hey, that's so cool!"
"I'm hungry," Louis complained again. "I sound like Niall, but I'm HUNGRY!"
I felt my senses perk up as Niall's name was mentioned. Actually, I kinda wanted food too.
"Actually, I changed my mind," I pushed the covers off. "Bye, Liam. We're going to get food."
"LOUIS WINS!" Lou practically screamed as he got up.
"Wait, wait, wait," Liam protested. "I am not letting you two go anywhere alone! You'll end up at the police station or something!"
"That's offensive," I crossed my arms as I pulled a gray sweater over my head. It had the Monopoly guy on it. "We're not gonna get arrested. We're just getting food."
"No, that's not a good idea," Liam sighed. "Give me 5 minutes, I'll be rigth there. Do NOT leave."
"Thanks for the trust," I said sarcstiaclly, rolling my eyes. "Great to know you believe in us."
*
"I swear you two should never do anything together," Liam muttered as Louis and I made a tower out of soup cans.
It was late and it seemed like we were three of the only people in all of the Wal-Mart store.
"You know you love us," Louis sang.
"Oh my god," we were interrupted by this girl behind us.
Short blonde pixie hair, large brown eyes opened wide and jaw wide open. She looked like she was about to pass out. Oops.
"It's..." she stuttered. "It's..."
"Hi," Liam smiled gently. "What's your name?"
"Rhea," she barely whispered. "And... and your One Direction and Teagan Sky..."
Awks.
"Yup," Louis popped the P. "Nice to meet you Rhea."
They talked for a few minutes. I couldn't help but admire how sweet Liam and Lou were.
*
By the time we got back to Liam's hotel room, Harry, Zayn and Niall were already in there, waiting.
"Nice prank call," Zayn smirked.
"Thank you," I blew him a kiss as I sat next to Niall on the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Copying Liam and doing a twitcam," Harry responded. "Say hi! I was actually planning on prank calling you back but I guess I can't now that you're here."
"Meow," I shrugged as the song changed to Adam Lambert's What Do You Want From Me. "Oh, hey, this song like represents my life. I ask this question like 20 times a day."
"Mostly in the morning when you don't want to wake up right?" Louis grinned.
"Right," I sang as I popped a mini Oreo into my mouth. It seened like ever since I got here, I was eating Oreos. Oh well.
"Hey, sharing is caring," Harry protested, grabbing some.
"Blah," I stuck out my tongue at him. "I can be a selfish brat if I want to."
Liam was back to answering questions.
One certain tweet caught my attention. Opening it in a new tab, I couldn't stop laughing once I had read it.
@TeaganSky ur ugly and using nial for attention! i have much better boobs than you anyways and im not an ugly attention seeking whore.
"I'm sorry," I couldn't stop laughing anymore as I moved the mouse to close the window. "But that's just hilarious..."
"Wait, what?" Liam pushed my hand away. "Oh. Well, that isn't the nicest thing ever."
"It's the funniest," at this point, I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.
"I think Teagan has nice boobs," Harry commented.
"Yeah," Zayn agreed.
I glared at them both as I controlled my laughter.
Pretty soon, they were on the subject of boobs in general. I could fly across the world and boys would still be boys.